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Roses are red Violets are blue Some poems rhyme But this one doesn't
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George Michael re-releases Careless Wrister And I'm never going to wank again, Guilty nobs have have got no rythm Though its easy to pretend I'm standing on a stool. Should have known better than to wank in bogs, Stood in shit and covered in jism, So I'm never gonna wank again, The way I wanked with you oo ooh. Bog Tropicana Let me take you to a place, Where gays will come upon your face, If you want them to, And if you stand upon a bag, They'll do things that will make you gag, As you sit upon the loo, Bog Tropicana sex is free, Bums and gism, there's enough for everyone, And if you like cock just like me, You can meet them, they all want you! nice.... Young Bums (Go for it!) Hey Sucker! (Who the hell's been up your flue?) Hey Fucker! (Where's the nearest public loo?) Well I hadn't seen your arse around town, a while So I greeted you, with a knowing smile When I saw that chap upon your lap I knew he'd taken your length, bent over the taps I said: "Big boy, what's with the frown!" I said: "Big boy, you better take my cum down." And in return, I gladly heard you say, "Fuck me George, I wanna play." Young Bums Having some fun, Crazy Bikers take 'em on the run Wise Bi's realize, when they see my jiz dripping down your thighs Whip me, sting me like a bee No tears, just cheers, and beastiality One Two, on your cock I wanna chew, Death by masturbation! Hey Sucker! .....and so on, and so on....
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Do Re Mi Drink DOUGH... the stuff that buys me beer RAY..... the guy that sells me beer ME...... the one who drinks the beer FAR..... a long run to get beer SO...... I'll have another beer LA...... I'll have another beer TEA..... no thanks, I'm drinking beer That will bring us back to DOUGH
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A Poem Written by an African Shakespeare Dear white fella Couple things you should know When I born, I black When I grow up, I black When I go in sun, I black When I cold, I black When I scared, I black When I sick, I black And when I die, I still black. You white fella When you born, you pink When you grow up, you white When you go in sun, you red When you cold, you blue When you scared, you yellow When you sick, you green And when you die, you grey. And you have the cheek to call me colored?????
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Boot It (to the tune of Beat It) You're processing some words when your keyboard goes dead, Ten pages in the buffer, should have gone to bed, The system just crashed, but don't lose your head, Just BOOT IT, just BOOT IT. Better think fast, better do what you can, Read the manual or call your system man, Don't want to fall behind in the race with Japan, So BOOT IT, Get the system manager to BOOT IT, BOOT IT, Even though you'd rather shoot it. Don't be upset, it's only some glitch. All that you do is flip a little switch. BOOT IT, BOOT IT, Get right down and restitute it. Don't get excited, all is not lost. CP/M, UNIX or MS/DOS Just BOOT IT, boot it, boot it, boot it... You gotta have your printout for the meeting at two, The system says your jobs at the head of the queue, Right then the thing dies but you know what to do, BOOT IT. You always get so worried when the system runs slow, And when it finally crashes, man you feel so low, But computers make mistakes (they're only human you know) So BOOT IT, Call the local guru to BOOT IT, BOOT IT, Go ahead re-institute it. If you're not lucky, get the book off the shelf, But if you are, it'll do it itself. BOOT IT, BOOT IT, Then go find the guy who screwed it! Operating systems are built to bounce back, Whether it's a Cray or a Radio Shack. BOOT IT! BOOT IT!
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